His Abandoned Luna Chapter 106

|| Lilac’s POV ||

The meadow stretched endlessly before me, a sea of emerald green dotted with wildflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming lilacs, a strange comfort that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. In the distance, the sound of a cascading waterfall echoed, its rhythmic roar both soothing and haunting. My feet moved on their own, drawn to the water’s edge, where the mist kissed my skin and the sunlight refracted into a thousand tiny rainbows.

And then I saw her.

Runa.

My wolf.

She lay on a bed of soft moss, her golden-brown fur shimmering faintly under the sunlight. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, as if she were in a deep, peaceful slumber. Her fur was slightly damp, glistening with droplets from the waterfall nearby. She looked better than the last time I had seen her— stronger, healthier— but she was still unconscious, her presence in my mind a hollow void I had grown too accustomed to.

“Runa,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I ran toward her. My knees hit the ground, and I gathered her head into my lap, my fingers trembling as they brushed through her fur. “I’ve missed you so much,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

Her warmth seeped into my skin, a faint reminder of the bond we once shared. But it was silent. No growls, no whispers, no comforting presence in my mind. Just silence.

“She is recovering, but she is still weak,” a voice said softly from behind me.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The voice was melodic yet heavy with sorrow, a sound that seemed to resonate deep within my soul. Slowly, I turned to see her— the Moon Goddess herself. Her presence was overwhelming, her ethereal form glowing with a soft, silver light. Her eyes, deep and ancient, held a sadness that made my chest ache.

“Moon Goddess,” I whispered, bowing my head in reverence. My voice trembled, a mix of awe and fear coursing through me. “Why… why am I here? Am I dead?”

She smiled faintly, her expression gentle but tinged with regret. “No, Lilac. You are not dead.”

I blinked, confusion clouding my mind. “But… you said before that you couldn’t reach me because of her. Because she was too weak.”

"You are here because Runa is growing stronger. Her recovery has allowed me to connect with you once more." The goddess nodded, her silver hair shimmering like moonlight as she moved to sit beside me. She reached out, her hand hovering over Runa’s head, and a soft glow emanated from her fingertips. “She is healing, little by little. But there is still much to be done. And there is much you do not yet understand.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. “What do you mean? What don’t I understand?”

She sighed, her gaze drifting to the waterfall. “There are forces at work, Lilac. Forces that have been set in motion long before you were born. And now, you stand at the center of it all.”

The goddess turned to me, her eyes piercing. “Let me show you something.” She raised her hand, and the meadow around us began to blur, the colors melting together like paint on a canvas.

When the world came back into focus, I found myself standing in the middle of a grand celebration. The air was filled with laughter and music, the night sky illuminated by the glow of a full moon. People dressed in ancient garments danced around a massive bonfire, their faces alight with joy. At the center of it all stood a man— tall, commanding, his presence radiating power. He raised his hand, and the crowd fell silent.

“Thank you, everyone, for joining us tonight to celebrate my Luna, Celestine, the heart of the Nightshades,” he announced, his voice deep and resonant.

My breath hitched. 

The Nightshades. 

This was their pack, their history. I watched as a beautiful woman emerged from the crowd, her bare feet gliding over a carpet of flowers. Her gown shimmered like starlight, and her eyes glowed with a quiet strength. She ascended the stage, and the man— the Alpha— took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Whenever you are ready, love,” he said softly, his voice filled with adoration.

Celestine nodded, her lips curving into a gentle smile. Then, in a flash of light, she shifted into a wolf— a magnificent white wolf with fur that glowed like the moon itself. The crowd erupted into cheers as she leapt off the stage and disappeared into the woods.

“Celestine was special to me,” the goddess said, her voice echoing in my mind. “Her wolf was a magical creature, a gift from the moon itself.”

I turned to her, my heart racing. “What is happening here?”

“This was the Luna Ceremony,” she explained. “A ritual the Nightshades held to honor the bond between an Alpha and his Luna. The Luna would shift and run into the woods, and her mate would find her in human form. It was a test of their bond, a reminder that no matter the form, their souls were always connected.”

The scene shifted again, and we were in the woods. The Alpha stood alone, his expression tense as he searched for Celestine. But something felt off. He wasn’t running, wasn’t calling out for her. Instead, he seemed… hesitant.

Then, a figure emerged from the shadows— a woman cloaked in black, her aura dark and foreboding. A witch.

“This is what you need,” she said, handing him a small vial.

The Alpha hesitated for a moment before taking it. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice low.

“You are standing on the third day of the ritual,” the goddess said, her tone heavy with sorrow. “Celestine had been gone for over two days, and the pack was beginning to lose faith. They doubted the bond, doubted their Alpha.”

“Was it real?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“It was,” the goddess replied. “They were soulmates. But he did not trust the bond. He had little faith in his mate, and so he turned to a witch for help.”

The Alpha drank the contents of the vial, and within moments, he collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest. His screams echoed through the woods, raw and agonizing. Celestine appeared moments later, shifting back into her human form as she rushed to his side.

“Erebus! What’s wrong?” she cried, her voice trembling.

“I can’t feel it,” he gasped, his face pale. “I can’t feel the bond. It’s as if you’ve… died.”

The witch reappeared, her laughter cold and cruel. “By moon’s decree and shadow’s might, love shall fade and lose its light. No scent, no touch, no fated tie, alone the Nightshades will roam till stars deny.”